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Updated: May 7, 2025

Then flow away, my sweety sap, And I will make you boily; Nor catch a wood man’s hasty nap, For fear you should get roily. The maple-tree's a precious one, ‘Tis fuel, food, and timber; And when your stiff day’s work is done, Its juice will make you limber, Then flow away, etc. “And what’s a man without his glass. His wife without her tea, sir?

James Fenimore Cooper - The Pioneers